I'm back and there is only fifteen more days of school left for me! Sorry for the LONG wait! Okay, for those who didn't want the epilogue don't read it but it is kind of sweet. I'm probably not going to write a sequel unless I decide I am. So basically no. There is not going to be a sequel unless I PM you otherwise. So, if you read it, I hope you enjoy it, if you don't...sorry!
Epilogue
Cassara woke with the morning sunlight, stretching. Today was another busy day. Eragon was suppose to come around sometime with a new dragon egg. She had told him the coordinates for it and he agreed to find it. She slipped into a nice blue dress before going to washroom to freshen up. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked different then she did nine years ago. Her hair had turned a honey brown and it was pretty wavy. Her eyes were bright and shiny and filled with hope. She smiled. She had grown a bit, she was now up to Eragon's shoulders, just barley, and looked like a girl of sixteen should look like. She finished washing up her face before heading out into the central room.
She lived in a large palace near the Spine, where most dragon eggs could be found. Her father, Drake god of Dragons, had built it for her. Only Elves, Dwarves, Humans with dragon eggs, or Dragon Riders could find her place. Just regular humans could not even see her palace. The central room was made of brown marble, with spiraling pillars at each entrance. On the roof was a large window with some Ancient Language words engraved in it. On the floor, a dragon and its rider were carved. It was just as great as the room in Farthen Dur, except it had its new Isidar Mithrim. On one wall, was a huge, wall cabinet. On the cabinet's shelves were tons of dragons eggs. From yellow-green to black with brown liver spots. She stared at them, each hearing thier greeting softly in her head.
She smiled to herself and made her way to her library. Her library was filled with books about past dragon riders. The wars and their was even books blank for future dragon riders. She walked to a large book. It was pure black with gold letters on it. 'Dragon Riders of Alagaesia' was the title of the thick book. She flipped open to page 544 and grabbed her writing utensil. 'Nainaden, Elf, Silver Dragon named Juag.' She wrote quickly before closing her book again. She walked back to the egg room and grabbed a large silver egg.
'Juag, its time to go.' She spoke to the dragon, walking to a window on the other side of the room.
'Then I must leave. Take me to my rider.' Juag's voice said. She leaned out of the window. As if on cue, the phoenix flew to the window, landing beside Cassara.
"Take this bird and be gentle. Take this to Ellesmera and hide it from view. I will do the rest and make sure Nainaden gets it." She said soothingly to the phoenix. The phoenix nodded and flew up, grabbing the egg with its large talons. Then with a sharp cry, it flew into the rising sun. Having these powers and being a goddess came quite in handy with the war. The war just made her shiver. Horrible times. But with strong confidence, Eragon and Saphira finally managed to beat the king. She walked back to the center of the room, viewing the eggs. Suddenly, the door opened, and a middle age man came in.
"Okay, I think I have what you were looking for." Eragon said, holding a bright gold dragon egg. Cassara smiled and hugged him. He was like her second father. She took the egg and rubbed it, going to a small, empty cubbyhole.
"Here we go, Xaldin, you're going to rest here for now." She whispered to the dragon egg, putting it on a cushion.
"Well, I have to go. Somebody's going to kill me for being late for breakfast again." Eragon joked. She nodded to him and Eragon left. She walked out with him and nodded to Saphira. Then they left, Saphira's sapphire blue scales glittering in the sunlight. She sighed and snapped her fingers, disappearing from the ground to the Heavens.
"I'm home!" She cried out, walking in to the living room. Shoney waved at her and Nox grunted. Drake walked out of his bedroom and kissed Cassara on her head.
"Good morning." He said. The Gods have favored more and more people after Cassara had joined them. No more droughts and blizzards. The Hadarac Desert was slowly getting more oasis by the week. Cassara sighed and sat down. It was good to finally be where she belonged. She fingered her necklace, which held a silver scale where Lamboni or Drake had changed her life. The meat had turned out to be a antidote for anything. And the dust could make any poison. She smiled. She was going through the towns, as a goddess, giving poor children toys and hope. Even if her childhood had been right down dreadful, it didn't mean that other children had to have one. Sometimes, the best gift of all, was giving gifts to others.